I think the idea of keeping up a blog is a charming, weirdly outdated thing, but I still feel the compulsion to keep one. I’ve thought a lot recently about the impermanence of connection in the digital world I choose to live and work in.
I’ve given up calling it anything else. Seven Brides is an obsession, a project that feels like it’s taking forever to finish and yet I can’t let go of. I don’t write that statement out of complaint, but instead mingled fascination, and gratitude.
Unlike last year, I made my goal explicit: 50 books in 2015. Goodreads posted a lovely Year In Books page, which shows what I did this year, but I tend to capture this sort of thing for my own memory: (raw list here)